Terzen walks over to hand Picard his tea, before settling in a chair himself, turning to face the captain. He takes a moment to sip at the golden liquid, before nodding.

"Yes, I've met Admi..." A pause. "Doctor McCoy. In Ten Forward. He's very..." Diplomatic word selection in progress... "Pragmatic."

Another sip of tea as he stares into the cup for a second, before looking up at Picard. "It may well be that I'm from the same dimension as this ship was. Perhaps Q has created a seperate timeline for his little game. I don't propose to know the first thing about what's going on, but... Perhaps my knowledge of the near future will prove useless."

He certainly hopes so, that would save a few headaches. Would Q be so kind?